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“Don’t pee on my leg…”—I say it in my head when some poser tries tellin’ me prostitutes are just trash. Nah, fam, you don’t get it! Ruby’s got stories—grimy, real ones. Like, didja know in old Paris, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ain’t that ironic as fuck? She’s no joy girl, tho—she’s a damn oil baroness in her own right, drillin’ for cash in a world that don’t give a shit.

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Since then, prostitution has been mostly driven underground, and the city has passed laws to discourage the practice. In conclusion, while Montreal no longer has a concentrated red-light .

So check it – you gotta wander down Rue du Soleil. It’s a chill street with cafés, crumbling walls, and some crazy graffiti art. I always pass by Le Parc des Rêves – it's not huge, but damn, its benches and shady trees have seen many secrets. Sometimes, I take a break there after a long massage sesh. Feels like a scene straight out of that Sofia Coppola flick. “I just don't know what I'm doing here,” I mumble while soaking in the vibe.

Coseismic seafloor deformation in the trench region during the Mw8.8 Maule megathrust earthquake